For your weekend reading pleasure…Who is crazier?
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For your weekend reading pleasure…Who is crazier?
You’ll need to reload when you get to the bottom: it keeps growing.
I Remember California / Green / R.E.M.
All I Want is You / Country Life / Roxy Music
Linger / Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can’t We? / The Cranberries
Rhyme / Television / Television
Hackensack / Welcome Interstate Managers / Fountains Of Wayne
I Am the Resurrection / The Very Best of The Stone Roses / The Stone Roses
Agaetis Byrjun / Agaetis Byrjun / Sigur Rós
No Glamour For Willi / Television / Television
Point Of No Return / Spike Bonus Disc / Elvis Costello
This Town… / Spike / Elvis Costello
plus extra-groovy bonus track: Moonchild / Frame By Frame [1 – 1969-71] / King Crimson
So far, so good.
I fell behind yesterday, but caught up again today. Wonder how it’s going to turn out?
Let’s see. Microsoft is 30 years old and I use Windows and occasionally office. I also use a $10 mouse that says Microsoft on it.
On the other hand, Google is 7 years old, and I use their search and now Maps several times a day, Gmail, Blogger, Groups, Froogle, Desktop Search, Picasa, and a few other things. And Google doesn’t force me to keep buying more powerful PCs just to use their products.
Maybe Microsoft should spend a little less time looking at Google, and a little more on their products. Framing all of their products in terms of Google just keeps reminding me of Google.
I don’t use Windows. I use Office only when I have to (someone sends me something in one of their formats). And I have a couple of $10 MS rats lying around.
But I use Google daily, Froogle weekly, Maps weekly (or more). I would try Desktop Search if they released a client for it, but not with Spotlight on the case.
is this an extension of mind-numbing political campaigns we see, where the successful candidate spends all his time slamming the other guy instead of telling us what he’s about?
Have I mentioned that I hate Comcast?.
Something has changed somewhere in the past couple of days to make networking here very unstable and damn near unusable. Since a. this site doesn’t generate enough (any?) income*, not even enough to cover a TypePad install, and b. since I use broadband anyway for other things, hosting at home has just been expedient.
No longer.
It looks like I may not be able to continue publishing here: my options might be limited to using my broadband for my wireless surfing and dropping anything else. (Yes, I’m sure there is some magic with port forwarding I could do to keep this up, but frankly, I’m more than a little cheesed off at how much work this has become.)
I have a lot of other things to worry about right now, so for now, this is it.
* I didn’t even make enough Amazon Associates dough to contribute to tsunami aid — over the whole quarter. Heck, we already contributed 6 times that sum: I suppose I need to write another check for $10 and change.
Tom Waits’ 10 most beloved disks and why he loves them.
The Observer | OMM | ‘It’s perfect madness’:
On hearing Nessun Dorma for the first time:
It was like giving a cigar to a five-year old.
On Rant in E Minor by Bill Hicks:
He will correct your vision. His life was cut short by cancer, though he did leave his tools here.
The roughest diamond in the mine, his musical inventions are made of bone and mud. Enter the strange matrix of his mind and lose yours. This is indispensable for the serious listener. An expedition into the centre of the earth, this is the high jump record that’ll never be beat, it’s a merlot reduction sauce. He takes da bait. Dante doing the buck and wing at a Skip James suku jump. Drink once and thirst no more.
And I’ve heard very few of these: his feelings about Nessun Dorma match mine, so perhaps I need to pick up a few of these.
After doing all the tuning I knew how to do — messing with httpd.conf and php.ini — I was still seeing ridiculous page load times for dynamic content here. The system didn’t seem to be IO-bound or memory-bound anymore: it looked like the CPU was now the bottleneck. At 700 MHz, it’s not exactly modern. To test that, I backed up the database and restored it to my G3-upgraded-to-G4 (a scorching 550MHz box) and pointed the database queries at it: dramatic improvements ensued. Page load times are way down (my worst case scenario — loading my biggest archive page — used to take several minutes, now down to 90 seconds) and that’s what I hoped for. Perhaps the Apple-supplied binary of MySQL running is optimized for their hardware in ways I didn’t know about on FreeBSD.
And I have cleaned up a lot of stuff on the pages, turned text link menus into dropdowns, and generally tried to polish up the brightwork.
Now playing: Iron Man by The Cardigans from the album “First Band On The Moon”
Eric points out this successful graduate of the Social Engineering for Fun and Profit school:
From Craigs List personals:
You are an amazingly technical geek, who is going to teach me as much as possible about computer and network security – port analysis, protocol identification, remote application discovery, remote vulnerability assessment, windows registry assessment, OS discovery, identity management, etc.
I will be your fabulous girlfriend for the weekend. We can go wherever you want, we can do whatever you want.
At the end of the weekend, I will have a deeper understanding of IT security and you will have a s*#t-eating grin on your face.
Am I a tart? Yes, but you won’t have to put up with the nonsense that you usually have to go through.
Email me your credentials.
Such a deal.
It remains to be seen who gets the better of this deal: seems like a lot to go over in just one weekend . . .
Now playing: Twenty Years Ago by Magazine from the album “Scree Rarities 1978 – 1981” | Get it
Flatland: Section 12 Of the Doctrine of our Priests
As to the doctrine of the Circles it may briefly be summed up in a single maxim, “Attend to your Configuration.” Whether political, ecclesiastical, or moral, all their teaching has for its object the improvement of individual and collective Configuration — with special reference of course to the Configuration of the Circles, to which all other objects are subordinated.
It is the merit of the Circles that they have effectually suppressed those ancient heresies which led men to waste energy and sympathy in the vain belief that conduct depends upon will, effort, training, encouragement, praise, or anything else but Configuration. It was Pantocyclus — the illustrious Circle mentioned above, as the queller of the Colour Revolt — who first convinced mankind that Configuration makes the man; that if, for example, you are born an Isosceles with two uneven sides, you will assuredly go wrong unless you have them made even — for which purpose you must go to the Isosceles Hospital; similarly, if you are a Triangle, or Square, or even a Polygon, born with any Irregularity, you must be taken to one of the Regular Hospitals to have your disease cured; otherwise you will end your days in the State Prison or by the angle of the State Executioner.
All faults or defects, from the slightest misconduct to the most flagitious crime, Pantocyclus attributed to some deviation from perfect Regularity in the bodily figure, caused perhaps (if not congenital) by some collision in a crowd; by neglect to take exercise, or by taking too much of it; or even by a sudden change of temperature, resulting in a shrinkage or expansion in some too susceptible part of the frame. Therefore, concluded that illustrious Philosopher, neither good conduct nor bad conduct is a fit subject, in any sober estimation, for either praise or blame. For why should you praise, for example, the integrity of a Square who faithfully defends the interests of his client, when you ought in reality rather to admire the exact precision of his right angles? Or again, why blame a lying, thievish Isosceles, when you ought rather to deplore the incurable inequality of his sides?
Theoretically, this doctrine is unquestionable; but it has practical drawbacks. In dealing with an Isosceles, if a rascal pleads that he cannot help stealing because of his unevenness, you reply that for that very reason, because he cannot help being a nuisance to his neighbours, you, the Magistrate, cannot help sentencing him to be consumed — and there’s an end of the matter. But in little domestic difficulties, when the penalty of consumption, or death, is out of the question, this theory of Configuration sometimes comes in awkwardly; and I must confess that occasionally when one of my own Hexagonal Grandsons pleads as an excuse for his disobedience that a sudden change of temperature has been too much for his Perimeter, and that I ought to lay the blame not on him but on his Configuration, which can only be strengthened by abundance of the choicest sweetmeats, I neither see my way logically to reject, nor practically to accept, his conclusions.
For my own part, I find it best to assume that a good sound scolding or castigation has some latent and strengthening influence on my Grandson’s Configuration; though I own that I have no grounds for thinking so. At all events I am not alone in my way of extricating myself from this dilemma; for I find that many of the highest Circles, sitting as Judges in law courts, use praise and blame towards Regular and Irregular Figures; and in their homes I know by experience that, when scolding their children, they speak about “right” and “wrong” as vehemently and passionately as if they believe that these names represented real existence, and that a human Figure is really capable of choosing between them.
Constantly carrying out their policy of making Configuration the leading idea in every mind, the Circles reverse the nature of that Commandment which in Spaceland regulates the relations between parents and children. With you, children are taught to honour their parents; with us — next to the Circles, who are the chief object of universal homage — a man is taught to honour his Grandson, if he has one; or, if not, his Son. By “honour,” however, is by no means mean “indulgence,” but a reverent regard for their highest interests: and the Circles teach that the duty of fathers is to subordinate their own interests to those of posterity, thereby advancing the welfare of the whole State as well as that of their own immediate descendants.
The weak point in the system of the Circles — if a humble Square may venture to speak of anything Circular as containing any element of weakness — appears to me to be found in their relations with Women.
As it is of the utmost importance for Society that Irregular births should be discouraged, it follows that no Woman who has any Irregularities in her ancestry is a fit partner for one who desires that his posterity should rise by regular degrees in the social scale.
Now the Irregularity of a Male is a matter of measurement; but as all Women are straight, and therefore visibly Regular so to speak, one has to device some other means of ascertaining what I may call their invisible Irregularity, that is to say their potential Irregularities as regards possible offspring. This is effected by carefully-kept pedigrees, which are preserved and supervised by the State; and without a certified pedigree no Woman is allowed to marry.
Now it might have been supposed the a Circle — proud of his ancestry and regardful for a posterity which might possibly issue hereafter in a Chief Circle — would be more careful than any other to choose a wife who had no blot on her escutcheon. But it is not so. The care in choosing a Regular wife appears to diminish as one rises in the social scale. Nothing would induce an aspiring Isosceles, who has hopes of generating an Equilateral Son, to take a wife who reckoned a single Irregularity among her Ancestors; a Square or Pentagon, who is confident that his family is steadily on the rise, does not inquire above the five-hundredth generation; a Hexagon or Dodecagon is even more careless of the wife’s pedigree; but a Circle has been known deliberately to take a wife who has had an Irregular Great-Grandfather, and all because of some slight superiority of lustre, or because of the charms of a low voice — which, with us, even more than with you, is thought “an excellent thing in a Woman.”
Such ill-judged marriages are, as might be expected, barren, if they do not result in positive Irregularity or in diminution of sides; but none of these evils have hitherto provided sufficiently deterrent. The loss of a few sides in a highly-developed Polygon is not easily noticed, and is sometimes compensated by a successful operation in the Neo-Therapeutic Gymnasium, as I have described above; and the Circles are too much disposed to acquiesce in infecundity as a law of the superior development. Yet, if this evil be not arrested, the gradual diminution of the Circular class may soon become more rapid, and the time may not be far distant when, the race being no longer able to produce a Chief Circle, the Constitution of Flatland must fall.
One other word of warning suggest itself to me, though I cannot so easily mention a remedy; and this also refers to our relations with Women. About three hundred years ago, it was decreed by the Chief Circle that, since women are deficient in Reason but abundant in Emotion, they ought no longer to be treated as rational, nor receive any mental education. The consequence was that they were no longer taught to read, nor even to master Arithmetic enough to enable them to count the angles of their husband or children; and hence they sensibly declined during each generation in intellectual power. And this system of female non-education or quietism still prevails.
My fear is that, with the best intentions, this policy has been carried so far as to react injuriously on the Male Sex.
For the consequence is that, as things now are, we Males have to lead a kind of bi-lingual, and I may almost say bimental, existence. With Women, we speak of “love,” “duty,” “right,” “wrong,” “pity,” “hope,” and other irrational and emotional conceptions, which have no existence, and the fiction of which has no object except to control feminine exuberances; but among ourselves, and in our books, we have an entirely different vocabulary and I may also say, idiom. “Love” them becomes “the anticipation of benefits” “duty” becomes “necessity” or “fitness” and other words are correspondingly transmuted. Moreover, among Women, we use language implying the utmost deference for their Sex; and they fully believe that the Chief Circle Himself is not more devoutly adored by us than they are: but behind their backs they are both regarded and spoken of — by all but the very young — as being little better than “mindless organisms.”
Our Theology also in the Women’s chambers is entirely different from our Theology elsewhere.
Now my humble fear is that this double training, in language as well as in thought, imposes somewhat too heavy a burden upon the young, especially when, at the age of three years old, they are taken from the maternal care and taught to unlearn the old language — except for the purpose of repeating it in the presence of the Mothers and Nurses — and to learn the vocabulary and idiom of science. Already methinks I discern a weakness in the grasp of mathematical truth at the present time as compared with the more robust intellect of our ancestors three hundred years ago. I say nothing of the possible danger if a Woman should ever surreptitiously learn to read and convey to her Sex the result of her perusal of a single popular volume; nor of the possibility that the indiscretion or disobedience of some infant Male might reveal to a Mother the secrets of the logical dialect. On the simple ground of the enfeebling of the male intellect, I rest this humble appeal to the highest Authorities to reconsider the regulations of Female education.